Updated: Apr 23
what point is there to dwell
when we love before knowing how
peeling at slightest touch
taking taste as their fond vows
still, your wee fibrous locks they'll spit
although you seem to hide
in believing a mandarine to be
the orange of their lives
some trails are merely perpendicular
yet even so will root a lot
see, breathe, each new and fossilled stem
“the world forgetting, by the world forgot”
juniper child these moments when the figments of your mind align with an orbiting truth when the sun is ruthless in hugging all that is stained with disobedient chatter or flattered with wind kisses c
now when i want it when i want it now i want astronomical yet, your, tastefully casual so i understand but and i understand but cause i understand but learning to not have control is something i’ve co